| 15 June 2010 |
Dominic
CH STANWIX CHASE
THE WIND
30 AUG 02 – 1 JUN 10
Dominic was born early morning as a dreadful storm raged
through Cape Town. We had been without electricity for
most of the night and the whelping room was full of
candles (very romantic!) the litter subsequently being
named after the dreadful weather. He was 2nd born, weighing
in at a hefty 525g – he was a very big baby and
grew into a very big adult. But what a gentle giant,
I have never had a Boxer with such a sweet, sweet nature,
loving and being loved by everybody. (OK, except Rogan!)
He was an absolute clown leaping round in circles whenever
he was happy, talking at the top of his voice - he could
hold a long conversation with anyone willing to listen!
In his day, Dom did well in the show
ring, earning his Championship status as soon as he
won his maturity CC at 18 months. His last triumph was
taking the CC at the WPBC show in 2009 as a veteran,
but, unlike his sister Rafaela who adored showing, he
could take or leave the show ring. He loved to attend
the shows, but was just as happy observing at the ringside,
giving all the youngsters advice!
Dom had always been very healthy,
but a few weeks ago he started having fainting episodes
and after lots of tests we found had a tumor in his
heart and an immune mediated anemia. He was treated
in hospital and came home feeling much, much better
when unexpectedly & totally unrelated he developed
torsion and, as he would have been unable to tolerate
the anaesthetic required for the surgery, I had to make
the very difficult decision to say goodbye to my wonderful
boy.
There is a huge gap in my life, as
Dom was such a fantastic companion, walking partner
and adored friend. He was a true, true gentleman.
I know it’s a wonderful place
over the rainbows bridge, but I am going to miss you
Dom, Nic, Pic my Bestest Boy in the Whole Wide World,
Ever!
Jacqui Verrinder
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| 8 Feb 2010 |
We received this sad email from one
of our members:
Cracker (Ch. Proam Lethal Weapon) put
to sleep
Yesterday at 5pm we had our beloved
Cracker put to sleep. He had spondylosis and suddenly
started falling and slipping all over the place on Monday
February 1st. It was sad to see him like this. Cracker
was the best boxer thing that ever happened to us. In
terms of temperament and personality one couldn't ask
for more in a boxer. As Caroline would say": "Best
boxer you've ever had." He filled our lives with
so much joy. We miss him and it will take a very long
time to heal from this. He was eleven years and four
months old. He was a part of everything we did,every
decision we took whether it was to go to Pick and Pay
or visit friends. His age and the appealing look when
we went out, was the reason that for the past seven
years we did not go on holiday because he always pined
when in kennels. But yesterday we could see that he
had come to the end - the end of an era.
Regards.
Helen and Ivan Smith
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